between me and Life

some things
are best kept quiet,
not announced,
not pronounced,
not paraded
on the streets
of a busy world
always on the look out
for the eight o'clock news;

some things
exude a simple beauty
because they're hidden
in the palms of Life,
held in their fragility
like a delicate flower,
not pointed to or ogled at
like a wild animal
discovered on a safari;

some things
come alive
and thrive,
because they rest
exactly where they are,
in the folds of
their own skin,
they don't have to speak,
they don't have to hide.